Noah & Hannah Noah’s POV Noah was tired of Drake’s obvious posturing. He was tired of the bastard constantly undermining him, trying to make him appear like an asshole. He was tired of Drake manipulating Hannah into thinking that he was anything more than a simpering playboy. “Guys, please don
I gasped, instinctively leaning forward and gripping the edge of the bench as Noah groaned and veered a roundhouse kick toward Drake. With a swift swipe, he caught Drake right in the side of the head. “Drake!” I cried out, leaping to my feet. The fight had only just begun, and yet it seemed as tho
Hannah I burst out into the cool morning air, gasping for breath and clutching my stomach. The image of Drake and Noah pounding each other into a pulp was seared into my mind, both terrifying and sickening all at once. All I wanted was to learn how to fight again—how to protect myself and my bab
“I’m going to let both of you train me,” I replied coldly, turning on my heel to make my way back to the training center. “Separately, because you’re clearly both too childish to work together.” With that, I brushed past them and stormed off. As we stepped back into the training center, Noah grumb
Hannah It was another early morning, but unlike the last one, it was particularly cold and rainy—the first signs of a long and very wet spring. It took all of my willpower to roll out of bed that morning, and just about all of my energy to pull my hair back into a ponytail and put on my training c
“Not bad,” he said, catching his breath for a moment before standing and holding his hand out to me. “I think we can call it a day now.” Nodding, I took his hand—he hauled me to my feet with little effort, practically lifting me off the ground entirely as he did so. “Thanks. That was…” I paused, w
Hannah The water was so hot it almost scalded my skin as I stepped into the shower, but I didn’t mind; if anything, it soothed my sore muscles and tender flesh. I let out a sigh as I slid the glass door shut behind me, inhaling the steam and the scent of echinacea. I shut my eyes as I ran my hai
But still, I couldn’t help myself. Without even really thinking about it, I raised myself up onto my tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Really,” I murmured. “Thank you.” Noah’s face reddened into a ripe tomato. I went to pull back, still holding the box in my hands, but suddenly his own han
“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
Hannah For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I sidestepped Drake’s punch with ease, narrowly dodging his hook. Training with him had become an obsession of mine lately. He’d pushed me in ways I hadn’t expected, helping me learn how to use my speed and endurance instead of relying on
Noah pushed himself harder, letting out a playful howl as he gained on her, the hunt pulsing through his veins like a drug. She glanced back, her ears twitching, and he saw her eyes flash with excitement before she put on an extra burst of speed. It became a game of cat and mouse, each of them pus
Noah For the millionth time that morning, Noah’s gaze drifted from the stack of papers on his desk to the stretch of forest that was visible through the office window. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting that familiar, deep green hue over the landscape. Just seeing the expans